Ezra: Mommy, I was born first, right? I was born first, then Jude.
Mommy: That's right.
Ezra: But where did you come from?
Mommy: I grew in Nana's belly, and then I was born.
Ezra: But where did the first Mommy come from? She didn't come from someone's belly.

Ezra: Mommy, I made you a puppet! This is his eyes, and and this is his nose, and this is his mouth, and this is the back of his eyes, and you put your hand through his brain.

Ezra, Lauren, and I settled down to watch Toy Story 2 last night and when Lauren offered Ezra some popcorn, he said, "Ooh, did you get that from the hospital?" (where she sometimes brings home food from the doctors' lounge). It was his second dig on her cooking skills that day, although I don't think either of them was intentional.

Me: You haven't been potty in a long time. Do you have to pee?
Ezra: Um, are you talking to me or yourself?

Me: ...and that's how you swaddle babies.
Ezra (alarmed): Why people swallow babies??

Ezra, making his stuffed animals talk to each other: I don't like when you do things I don't like.

Ezra's new year's resolutions:
1) "To try to dance better. Because now when I dance, it's kind of boring."
2) "To get tattoos on."
(...like the temporary robot tattoos Santa brought him.)